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For a “treat” as it is Monday, Madame Slack taught us another French song. It was called “Sur le Pont D’Avignon”. About some absolute saddos dancing about on a bridge. All I can say is that the French and me have a different idea of having a cracking good time. Also, if I do go to French land, although I will be able to tell my new French mates that my blackbird has lost a feather, and be able to dance on bridges, I will not be able to get a filled baguette for love nor money.

At the end of the lesson Wet Lindsay came into the classroom in her role as Oberfiihrer assistant. She smiled in a not attractive or friendly way and said, “Georgia Nicolson, report to Miss Simpson’s office…NOW.”